Part One: A Night at the Opera
|'In These Stones Horizons Sing' . Interior view of calligraphy.|
I fear, as we take our seats, that it’s also five and half hours of adjusting to the ablutionary habits of the man to my left, suggestive of a rather ‘stuff and nonsense’ approach to fancy shampoo. However, as the show begins and the exchange between Isolde and her maid, Brangaene, goes on at length, I get rather comfortable and enjoy a little power napette which refreshes me nicely for the rest of the performance.
|The wooden curves of the concourse galleries.|
Act Two hits the spot for me with beautiful music and a truly towering performance from Ann Petersen as Isolde. Whilst others make a second interval dash for theatre meals, Tom and I eat our smoked salmon bagels in the car watching the rain. It’s quite cosy and romantic actually.
|And the band played on. And on.|
So, no, I’m still no closer to liking Wagner, but the extraordinary performance from cast and orchestra demonstrates once again that a night at the Welsh National Opera is well worth the drive.
Tomorrow I’ll be talking about my day at the Hay Festival.